Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.